Somewhere someplace recently some macho biker was tryin to tell me about
what bike to ride and I had to relate to him the ride of a Moto Guzzi.
I'm not sure if it was real or a stomach virus influenced dream.
There was that particular night I was out w/ Mr. DI on the MGuzzi and he
was sparking a young lady we met in a Budweiser bar and she had to ride
on the handle bars.
A smooth ride for sure.
As to the collection of long dong silver & related mags, I made sure his
parent's never saw them.
And I could not bring myself to accept the bike when it was offered.
The best night I ever had w/ him was when he took me out hopping to all
his favorite bars on 14th St in DC.
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